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... ital. Here, the sky was a bruised charcoal grey, and the wind carried the metallic tang of the "Iron Vein"—a mountain range so rich in magic-conducting ore that the very air hummed with a low-frequency vibration.
Kaelen sat atop a black stallion, his charcoal leathers dusted with the red grit of the canyons. Behind him followed a small, curated party: Malphas, whose armor was now a dull, non-reflective matte black; Elara, hidden under a heavy traveling cloak; and Lucius, who looked both ...
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